Beyond the muck and mire... Grateful I'm able to see the beauty. I've often said that I have guardian angels who work overtime. Last night, they definitely stepped in on behalf of my son and I. We were at the 2nd and Delancey stop, rushing down the stairs to catch our approaching train. Just as we hit the last step, there was a scream and a man turned to see Edem and I. His face twisted into an expression I've never before seen, blurred only by the speed with which he jumped in front of Edem, blocking my son from witnessing the scene before us. A man had just leapt to his demise. What followed felt like our planet slowed on its axis, paused by the daze of knowing that the world lost a soul. Slowly, the dense silent air was filled with sirens, and we commuters tried to regain balance and find our way home. All of us no doubt wondering how it is that someone could be so lost in grief that this seemed like a reasonable solution. This was someone's child, I couldn't stop thinking, as I ushered my son away into the cold dark night. This was someone's child.
2/21/2019 06:02:05 am
Indeed, that was an experience that will be glued to your mind forever. Witnessing an event like this will leave you of unsure feeling; wether you will be happy or sad. Too good because your son wasn’t able to see what happened, because if he did then the situation might have freaked him out. I just hope that you will be able to cope up with the recent situation you saw. I know that it’s not easy, but I guess, nothing is wrong if you are going to try, isn’t it? What a day it had been for you.
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Erin Michelle Threlfall
Artist, Activist, and Educator, Erin is the mother of a budding genius in his 13th year of study. Erin and her little man, Edem, have a plan to investigate world Theater and influence education one continent at a time. Ghana, South Korea, Togo, Bali, and US have been checked off the list of places to live; these days they call Switzerland home.